"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you have very good grades on weekdays?" Professor Quirrell seemed to have his eye on him, and looked for another topic.

Joel and Professor Quirrell stood side by side, the garlic smell of the purple bandana tickling his nose as he reached out and rubbed it, watching as Eren struck Eddie with a beautiful dance step charm, his legs writhing uncontrollably like noodles, unable to maintain his balance and falling to the ground.

“…… In general, it's not outstanding. Joel pursed his lips and pondered for a moment before responding.

Professor Quirrell glanced at him, his expression dazed.

"I'll practice with you," he said suddenly, startling Joel, "stand three steps away from me." ”

Joel was a little confused, but Professor Quirrell was articulate and quick to think when facing him, and he no longer looked nervous in front of everyone.

Did he do it on purpose?

Joel followed Professor Quirrell's instructions and took three steps forward, then turned around.

Helis, who had been closely observing Joel, saw this scene, and panicked for no reason, and was hit by Qiu Chenggong on the opposite side, a pair of legs kept twitching on the ground, her little face was flushed, and she obviously felt a little embarrassed.

Cho immediately untied the dance spell and stepped forward to pick Helis up.

Except for Helis, no one paid attention to Quirrell and Joel in the corner.

The two of them stood facing each other, less than three meters apart, Joel clenching his wand in his hand, Professor Quirrell expressionless, his wand spinning on his long lanky fingers.

"You strike first," Professor Quirrell commanded, "let me see what you're capable of......

Before he could finish speaking, Joel's curse had already shot out, lightning fast, and few of the students present were sure that they would be able to take it at such a close distance.

Unfazed, Professor Quirrell stopped spinning, and with a slight lift of his arm the spell was bounced off by an invisible barrier, slamming the walls of the classroom with pieces of rubble.

"Tarangtella Dance!" Professor Quirrell's spell was cast very delicately, by the force of just raising his arm upwards to resist Joel's attack, and he pressed his arm downward, and even a little spark came out of the tip of his wand.

As soon as the spell appeared, Joel knew that he would definitely not be pleased, and he did not dare to take the spell hard, so he dodged to the side.

The other wizards had to wait for two seconds to rest after casting the spell, and wait for the magic in their bodies to surge up again before continuing to cast the spell, but Professor Quirrell moved so fast that a dance step spell flew out of his arm at all, and it seemed that he didn't need to rest at all.

A spell was fired like a machine gun, and Joel finally had no way to avoid it, forced by his fighting instinct and sense of crisis, he raised his wand in his hand, wanting to cast a spell to complete the defense.

But he thought about it, he couldn't make Quirrell suspicious any further, a normal second-year student's strength couldn't stop such an attack.

He quickly gave up his resistance, was hit in the chest by two dance step charms, and fell to the ground by the magic, his legs began to twitch and shake uncontrollably, and the frequency of shaking was much faster than the one Helis had before when she was hit by Qiu.

Joel held down his wand and tried not to shake it with his body, aiming for his leg and unraveling the spell.

The legs finally stopped shaking, and Joel breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up to meet Professor Quirrell's gaze, Joel struggled to suppress his restless heart.

His expression was a little strange, but Joel didn't think deeply.

The spell was so powerful that the stones on the walls splattered out, causing a lot of movement, and seeing the surrounding students turning their eyes to him, Professor Quirrell regained his previous nervous posture, "I, I see that Mr. Taylor has no one here to practice, so ......"

"There's nothing else, you keep practicing, and when the bell rings for class later, you just leave by yourself." Professor Quirrell gave the order, and he walked over to Joel.

"Thank you, Professor." Joel sat up.

"Thank me for what?" Professor Quirrell asked softly with a deep meaning in his eyes.

"You taught me how to cast spells." Joel rubbed his calves, the spell Professor Quirrell had just cast was so powerful that both of his legs were hurt by the impact of the magic, as if he had just finished a marathon.

He could naturally understand Professor Quirrell's intentions, and he remembered the knife slashing spell that Quirrell cast in the Forbidden Forest cave a few days ago, the movements were extremely subtle, and he couldn't detect it if he didn't distinguish them carefully, but when he practiced with himself, his arm movements were very obvious, so that Joel could see every decomposition movement.

Joel is also a smart man, and he can analyze the intention of Professor Quirrell's every movement of his arm in the practice just now, and he can save most of the superfluous movements, and integrate defense and offense into one, which can save a lot of time and make spell casting faster and smoother.

Professor Quirrell had an approving look in his eyes, but Joel didn't see it.

"Yes, yes......" Quirrell said, the bell ringing at the end of class, "I'll be waiting for you in the office at seven o'clock on Saturday night." ”

The latter sentence was whispered into Joel's ear, and the smell of garlic almost didn't stun Joel.

Joel's body froze until Quirrell left the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with his textbook in his arms, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Joel, are you alright?" The first to pounce on her two roommates was Helis, her flushed cheeks filled with nervousness.

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"It's no big deal...... Joel grabbed Haylis' outstretched hand and stood up, her knee slightly aching, and Haylis hurriedly put her shoulder around him.

The two roommates arrived belatedly and quickly took Joel from Haylis, and one of them walked downstairs with him on one shoulder.

After "hiss......", Joel felt a feeling of swelling and pain when his heel touched the steps from time to time, and he didn't know what was so subtle about Quirrell's dance step spell, he always felt that the effect was much stronger than ordinary spells.

Fortunately, it was only a physical injury, and Madam Pomfrey had given him some ointment for his ankle last time, and when he returned to the dormitory, Joel applied a thick layer of ointment to his heels and calves, and then lay on the chair with his feet crossed and closed his eyes.

What exactly does Quirrell mean?

Joel didn't know how strong Voldemort's control over Quirrell was, and if Quirrell had completely lost the ability to control his body? Is today's Defence Against the Dark Arts real Quirrell?

Joel couldn't pay attention, and with Quirrell's words when he was leaving, at seven o'clock on Saturday night, did he want to go to Professor Quirrell's office?

As he pondered, Eddie returned to his dorm room, carrying a mango tart and pumpkin juice in one hand and a small medicine bottle in the other.

"Well," he said, handing both things to Joel, "the ointment was given to you by Miss Selwyn, and she told you to apply it as soon as possible." ”